Please Daddy

Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas.
I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy don’t get drunk this Christmas.
I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
Just last year when I was only seven.
Now I’m almost eight as you can see.
You came home a quarter past eleven.
Fell down underneath our Christmas tree.
Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas.
I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy don’t get drunk this Christmas.
I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
Mamma smiled and looked outside the window.
She told me: Son, you better get upstairs.
But then you laughed and hollered: Merry Christmas.
I turned around and saw my mamma’s tears.
Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas.
I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy don’t get drunk this Christmas.
I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas.
I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy don’t get drunk this Christmas.
I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
No, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.